01x06 - The King's wh*re

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This story is inspired
by real events and characters

as told by some of the protagonists

and the media of the time.

There are also fictionalized facts
and characters for dramatic purposes.

You're a piece of sh*t.
You hear me, Andrés?

A piece of sh*t!

Calm down.

You always take her side
and make me out to be the mean one!

Morning, honey.

Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

As long as I take my pills,
I feel f*cking amazing.

What time are we meeting your friend?

At 9:00. I'll get started with breakfast.

f*ck breakfast.

Ángel…

-Wait--
-Don't worry. It's good for the baby.

UNTAMEABLE

This is a time of renewal
and expansion for us, right?

And we'd like to make the most of it
and open branches around the world.

We want the circus of Bárbara Rey…

-And Ángel Cristo.
-Ángel Cristo, of course…

CHAPTER 6
"THE KING'S wh*re"

…to be an international franchise.

A Spanish brand going worldwide.

It's a good thing
elephants always communicate the same way,

because languages are not my strong suit.

That's right.

Can we say then that Spain
is now a bit too small for your circus?

Spain is a great country,
but yes, we're not doing too bad.

You're making some money, huh?

Yes, we are,
but that's not what matters most.

What really matters is
the smile on a child's face.

And not that mink coat, of course.

Well…

-The coat is pretty nice too.
-And not exactly cheap.

Some may say I spoil her a bit,
but nothing's too much for her.

It seems your marriage
is doing as well as the circus.

And just like our circus,

our family is growing.

What do you mean?

Um…

Well,

I'm pregnant.

Congratulations, family. When are you due?

Well… early next year.

-God willing.
-God willing.

Congratulations to both of you.

No more questions. We got it.

-Yeah?
-Get some footage of the lions.

-Thanks, Chelo, honey.
-This was great.

Cameras make me a bit nervous.

Hey, thank you for the exclusive.

Breaking news of the pregnancy
will make this huge.

Anything for a friend.

-Honey, see you at rehearsals.
-Okay, bye.

Ángel is happy.

-We're both very happy.
-No.

I mean him. He's happy.

You seem different to me.

Honey, that's because I'm pregnant.

Yeah, it must be that.

Hey, how about we…

I don't know, go have a beer downtown?

-Now?
-Mm-hmm, yeah. Why not?

I can't drink beer, Chelo. I'm pregnant.

It's just a figure of speech.

Beer, sparkling water,
you know what I mean.

Right?

The drink's not the point.

How long's it been
since you last saw Paco and Hortensia?

A long time.

I'd love to.

But I can't.

I have rehearsals now. I have…

I can't.

They miss you.

A quick visit.

Really quick.

Very quick, Chelo.

-Very.
-I mean, very quick.

Very quick. I promise.

Believe me.

Always roping me into things.

You can tell them your elephant joke,
the good one you just told us.

-Did you like it?
-A lot.

-You're an idiot. Let's go.
-Here.

-Hortensia.
-I'm so happy.

-María.
-Oh!

We wanted to congratulate
the most gorgeous mom in all of Spain.

Come on.

We thought we'd see you next
at the boy's first communion.

-Or the girl's.
-Right.

Weeks fly by at the circus,
and I don't even notice.

You haven't been there in ages.
Poor Little Clown.

Well, he asked me to move in with him.

-Did he?
-But living in a trailer, I don't know…

It's not that bad, really.

-Paco, we have something to tell her.
-Yes.

Let's toast.
We have much to celebrate, María.

I need to toast with juice, because…

Yes, but…

You can still hold a glass
and look into a camera?

We have a little surprise for you.

They called me about the ad you ask me
to sh**t every Christmas, Maria.

-For the bubbly?
-The ad for the bubbly!

-No.
-Yes!

-Yeah?
-Yes, honey.

-So let's toast.
-But…

-At least get your lips wet a little.
-This much.

How's this possible, Chelo?

-It's happening, honey.
-Really, Paco?

-Really.
-Finally.

Oh my!

Let's toast…

-We need to toast. To María.
-No, to you, to… I don't know…

To María.

They say at Ángel Cristo's circus,

one day he walks out
to the center of the ring and says,

"My esteemed audience. Ladies, gentlemen."

"You will now see an act
never seen before."

"Bárbara Rey…"

Ángel.

"…will walk into the lions' cage."

"She will hold a sugar cube
between her lips, and the lion,

without harming her at all,

will eat it."

Bárbara Rey gets in the cage,

holding a sugar cube between her lips,

and the lion eats it.

The audience stands up and claps.

A guy in the first row gets up and says,

"This is a fraud."

Ángel Cristo approaches him
and says, "What do you mean?"

The guy goes, "I can do this."

"You are capable of doing this?"
"Yes, sir, and better than the lion."

f*cking Eugenio!

-God!
-Good. That was good.

Little Clown, this is big.

-Yeah, it's big.
-This is the big time.

The best comedian in Spain
is talking about us. God!

A guy with a mic on a stage…
I don't see a future for that.

Call me old-school.

Do you know how much money is in here?

-No, I haven't counted.
-It's a rhetorical question, Jesus!

Oh.

Here, there's more money than we've had
in our entire f*cking lives!

Come here!

I'm so happy!

But it's with your wife
you won the lottery.

Damn right!
Married, pregnant, way to score a goal.

Better than Quini.

-Ángel Cristo. Whoa!
-Ángel, brother.

This is the king of Puerto Banús.

This is great.
I don't know what's with the place,

but it seems like covering your t*ts
is forbidden here.

Great, but you're not on vacation.
Did you talk to the Torremolinos promoter?

Torremolinos? That's second division.
First division plays here.

And you're in the first division!

No, not me, the sheiks.

The Moors?

Moors? Moors are the ones in your village.

These are rolling in money.

Oil money.

Right. The "beautiful people" here
talk about nothing else.

The beautiful people?

Yeah, you know.

Gunilla, Khashoggi, all those people.
I saw them last night at Olivia Valère's.

-What's that?
-A disco down there.

-Blasco, tell me you're not doing blow.
-No, Ángel. f*ck no.

Who's that?

Ángel Cristo, a friend of mine.

The tamer?

He's with a chick.

-Blasco, is somebody there?
-What? No.

-How much did you pay?
-You know I don't need to pay to get laid.

He's not lying.

He's been on fire since he got clean.

Last night at Olivia Valère,
I met a very beautiful, very nice girl.

And I did not need to pay
to get her to come with me.

-Is that clear?
-We believe you.

Good.

She's a wh*re.

Fine. Back to business.

-Do you know Jaime de Mora y Aragón?
-The aristocrat?

Exactly. He's my contact with the sheiks.

They love the idea
of taking the circus there.

How much would we make?

Jaime thinks at least two million dollars.

Three hundred million pesetas.

You have to arrange a meeting right now.

They'll be in Madrid tomorrow.

You're the best, Blasco. The best!

How do we celebrate this? How?

Of course I'd love to, Paco,

but by the time we sh**t it,
I'll be almost five months pregnant.

Listen, the Catalans know,
and they are fine with it.

With the right outfit, no one will notice.

Yes, but…
I have a lot going on at the circus.

You have no idea.

It's a one-day sh**t.

María, it would be good
for you to get more exposure.

-Shall we tell her?
-Go ahead.

Tell me what?

Several film directors
have asked about you.

I didn't want to tell you,
since you're so focused on the circus,

but… Saura is very interested.

Saura? Carlos Saura?

Mr. Carlos Saura, yes.

-And the new one. What's his name?
-Fernando Trueba.

-Both of them, María. Both.
-Both of them, now?

There is life outside the circus.

sh*t. I have to go.
I'm super late. I'm sorry.

-What is it?
-I have a rehearsal and…

I'm not sure I'll make it. I love you.

-Please.
-I'll think about it.

I will, properly. I promise.

-I also promise to see you more often.
-Good.

-Bye.
-We'll talk later.

What?

I'm sorry, guys.

Has he been waiting long?

-Yes, a long time.
-sh*t.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

I lost track of time.

I'll take it from here.

That's it!

I've been offered a Christmas commercial.

Obviously, I said I wasn't doing it.

Who'd wanna see
a pregnant lady in a commercial?

Well done, girl, well done!

I'll take it from here, Ángel.

Let me.

Very good.

I'm doing it, Ángel.

Good.

Good girl.

And…

More forceful, María.

All right.

More forceful.

I'm doing this, Ángel, please.

María, more forceful.

-I'm doing this, please.
-Do it right, more forcefully.

-María, more forceful.
-I'm doing this!

f*ck me dead!

-Are you okay?
-Get off me!

The deflection of the vertebrae
caused erosion,

and may be indicative of early scoliosis.

You've said that for years,
and I'm still strong as an ox.

It was a strain.
A severe one, but still just a strain.

I'll be fine with my aspirin pills.

Those "aspirin pills," as you call them,
are Optalidon, Ángel.

It's a painkiller
with strong barbiturates.

And it's highly addictive.

You may be taking this too lightly.

A couple of prescriptions is all I need.

Come on, write them for me.

Please.

What you really need is rest. Proper rest.

If you don't quit taming,
in two years, three at the most,

you'll end up in a wheelchair.

Here you go.

Thank you.

-See you.
-Bye.

Thank you.

Ana will see you out.
I'll call to tell you how he's doing.

-Fine.
-Thank you.

Proper rest, my a*s.

Fine. I think you should
follow his advice, Ángel.

Slow down. You're going to be a father.

All of this…
because of your whim to go on stage.

If anything happens to my child…

RUSSIAN CIRCUS

Yes?

May I?

Come on in.

Sorry to bother you.

I need to buy strips for the outfits,
and I can't find Little Clown.

Don't worry. Would 2,000 be enough?

I think so.

Thanks.

What?

I miss you.

I'm a married man.

Right… You were also married to Renata.

This is different.

It isn't.

-I miss feeling you inside of me.
-I have a lot going on.

Alain Delon, Paquirri.

Damn, even the footballer!

Your wife's had many boyfriends.

So what?

She's too much for you, Ángel.

Too much?

Mm-hmm.

You tell me if it's too much…

Let's go.

May I say something?

Will it piss me off?

Yes.

You saw Cata, right?

Women like me. What do you want me to do?

-Not that.
-If women liked you, you'd do it too.

What's the matter?

-Nothing.
-Yeah, right. You lack cojones.

Me, no cojones?

No, not enough to tell me what you think.

Ever slept with
anyone who doesn't work for you?

Yeah, with María.

There you have it.

Let's go.

Blasquito!

-About time, huh?
-What's the matter?

-You keep me waiting at a casino?
-So what?

-Hearing the slot machines, it's t*rture.
-Oh, your vices. When do they arrive?

They're waiting inside. Why are you late?

Your friend here was banging Hortensia.

What?
You're bringing her to the circus now?

We'll see.
I don't see her agreeing to the move.

-Okay, let's do this.
-Let's.

Blasco, looking good today!

-Maybe it's my new tan?
-Or the chick in Puerto Banús.

-Will you keep seeing her?
-Maybe.

-She was a wh*re, right?
-No.

Blasco…

-Yeah, she was.
-Of course she was!

You rascal.
You should get a proper girlfriend.

Yeah, like Hortensia? No, thanks.

Where is this guy?

Let's go.

Excuse me, Jaime.
Let me introduce you to Ángel Cristo.

It'd be an honor.

Pleasure to meet you.

The circus aristocrat and the real one.

We aristocrats
are the sustenance of the common people.

So they want to strive to be like us.

That is how we contribute to society.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'll get the royal secretary.

Royal secretary?
Weren't we talking to King Fahd?

Apparently, this is the protocol.

He's a h*m*, right?

Most likely, Ángel.

Aristos aren't picky.
They eat meat or fish.

Perverts, all of them.

If you could translate, I'd appreciate it.

There's no need.

On behalf of King Fahd,
I'd like to congratulate you.

You have a truly extraordinary circus.

We'd love to have a show like yours. So…

Sophisticated.

So sophisticated.

You can tell King Fahd
it's no problem for Ángel Cristo.

Money, new additions,

adapting the acts
to your culture, of course.

That won't be necessary.

I'm sure there will be many
interested in taking the circus of…

Mr. Ángel Cristo.

…of Ángel Cristo to their countries.

What did the Moor mean exactly?

It was a possibility.

Religion.

-You know that Islam and women…
-What women?

-Your wife.
-My wife?

-Bárbara Rey is a--
-Forget the protocols and explain.

Is this sheik saying
my wife is a bit fresh?

No.

Bárbara Rey is an extraordinary artist,

with a fantastic European career.

So… ahead of her time…

I mean, they…

She can't fit in their culture.

-They have looked into her.
-You do mean she's a bit fresh.

Hmm…

f*ck his culture,
his race, and his f*cking mother.

I'm sorry, Ángel.

Ángel.

Impeccable.

-Thank you. Such an honor.
-You're welcome. Very good.

Let's go.

Well…

I'm leaving.

-I'm meeting a friend.
-Okay, honey. Have a good time.

-You're welcome.
-An honor.

Let's go.

Hello?

I didn't expect you to be home.

-Why'd you call, then?
-To make sure.

So silly.

Right.

I don't know, María.

It's Friday. You're 30.
What are you doing locked up at home?

I'm not locked up.

-How are you?
-Fabulously well. How else would I be?

Tell me you've thought about
the commercial.

There's nothing to think about.

I told you. My acting days are over.

Dammit, María.

This was your dream. Two years ago,
you would have k*lled for that commercial.

Well, two years ago,
I didn't have money to spare.

Right, but… life is long.
María, you never know.

You're so insistent.

No, that's not it.
It's not about the money. It's about you.

Come on… Spain isn't what it used to be.

And we women are starting to live.

Ma'am, there's a package for you.

Leave it there, Ana. Who sent it?

The envelope says "Him," ma'am.

Chelo, let me call…
Give me a sec. I'll call you back.

-Excuse me.
-No problem.

…and open branches around the world.

We want the circus of Bárbara Rey…

-And Ángel Cristo.
-Ángel Cristo…

WITH LOVE, JUAN

Sorry to hang up like that.

Did you like my present?

Juan?

How did you get this number?

A monarch has ears everywhere.

Right…

Excuse me for saying so,

but a monarch
can't call wherever he wants.

And if my husband had answered the phone?

But did you like the rattle or not, María?

I love it, it's beautiful.
A lovely gift. Thank you.

I miss you, María.

Juan, don't do this to me.

You put distance between us, I don't.

I'm hanging up. Doing it right now.

Hanging up. Bye.

Who was that?

Honey, I didn't hear you come in.
How are you?

-Have you had dinner?
-I said, "Who was that?"

I'll tell Ana to prepare--

Who the f*ck were you talking to?

Can you answer me, please?

I was talking to the Royal Household.

Were you talking to the king?

I was talking to the king, yes. So what?

Unbelievable! You also f*ck the king!

Please, Ángel. Really, how unpleasant.

He sent us both a gift for our baby

and called to ask if we liked it.
That's all.

I mean…

"With love, Juan."

With love, yes. With love.

With love because he's a friend.
He's a very good friend, you know?

Was it so hard?

What am I? A f*cking ogre?

You're all going to drive me crazy!

I told you to stop crying!

Pick up the glass!
I should have aborted you!

-Enough.
-Leave me alone.

-It's over.
-Let go of me, you sissy.

It's over.

How can you put up with this, Dad?

Mom is not well.

But she loves us, and that's what matters.

You don't understand it yet,
Marita, but when someone gets married,

it's for life.

María, are you okay? Huh?

María.

María.

María. Hey, look at me.

María, look at me. María!

María, please, look at me. Honey.

Honey, are you okay?

María.

María, listen to me!

María, listen to me. María!

María.

María, good morning, my love.

Good morning.

Come, I have a surprise.

Come.

Your toast with orange marmalade.
From Totana.

Sit down. I want to tell you something.

I was thinking all night
about the commercial, and…

I think you should do it.

And I'm very sorry I scared you yesterday.

Please understand.

I love you with all my heart.

I never dreamed I could
start a family with a woman like you.

I'm from Ayamonte, you see.

I've lived in a trailer
all my life, and suddenly…

For a Gypsy like me,
someone like you is too much woman.

So silly.

I want you to be happy.

If that commercial
makes you happy, you do it, period.

Anything for you.

And for that baby.

I love you.

I love you too.

BARCELONA, SPAIN

So, in the end,
I said yes to Little Clown.

I figured the trailer
isn't that bad after all, right?

You made him wait for it.

What is it with you and the circus?

You're the one missing, Chelito.

Girls, it shows a lot, doesn't it?

Oh please! You look fabulous.

Yes, you do. Barcelona suits you.

I'll embarrass myself, Chelo.

Nonsense.

You'll be amazing. Look at you!

This is the Bárbara Rey I know.

Getting her spark back.

I wouldn't have done it
were it not for Ángel, you know?

We're also considering
whether or not to do the Saura film.

After giving birth, I mean.

What is there to consider, María?

How long have you dreamed
of making a movie like that?

Well, my whole life.

So?

Then say yes.

You cannot let this chance pass you by.

Well, I don't know. We'll see.

I'm just so comfy
and in peace at home with my husband.

Ah.

-Chelo, what am I doing here?
-What?

What you do best, that's what.

Are you ready?

-Yes.
-You sure?

-Yes.
-Good.

-I'll let them know.
-All right. Good.

Oh…

God!

f*ck me dead!

Oh! You keep going.

God.

sh*t!

Hey.

Hey.

Don't worry, my tamer.

You've faced worse, right?

With me,
you've even overcome Renata's death. Hmm?

Cata, I have to go.

You also take that sh*t?

Only when I'm f*cked up.

Helps numb the pain, you know?

Want some?

I'm f*cking great.

Isn't that a lot?

If you tried it, you wouldn't ask that.

All your doubts,
your fears, would go away like this.

I have no fear.

Get dressed.
When you leave, you know what to do.

Hey.

You know I'm discreet.

Can you give me some money?

I like to look good for you.

He's also going to meet with Juan Carlos?

-It won't work.
-He'll find out anyway.

What's up?

Have you seen this?

King Fahd will visit Spain in January.

Call Jaime. Ask him to arrange
a meeting at the reception.

-Already did.
-And?

Impossible. He's here for a three-hour
private visit at La Zarzuela.

-Two too many, Blasco. I only need one.
-But he said no.

-Who said no?
-The Moor.

Which Moor?

-The one from the casino, the secretary.
-And there you have it.

-Has King Fahd said anything to me?
-Not really.

Those Moors… won't say no to me again.

May we remind you that…

What a surprise.

-Like it?
-Yeah.

You should have seen me on that swing,

like I'd been doing it my whole life.

Oh! I think I felt it kick.

-Yeah?
-Yes, look…

-Yeah!
-You felt it?

That's because he's happy,
like his mother.

I think the commercial
is going to be really nice.

I can't wait for you to see it.

You missed it, huh?

A little. Yes, a little bit.

How was your day? Good?

Good. I just need a favor from you
for it to be as good as yours.

Ah? Tell me.

King Fahd is coming to Spain
and he'll be at La Zarzuela.

Since you're such good friends
with King Juan Carlos,

I need you to ask him
to invite us to the reception.

No, I can't…

I can't do that, Ángel. No.

No. Besides, you told me
those people don't want to work with me.

Honey, you won't even have to attend.

I go for three days,
make arrangements, and come back.

We'll make lots of money.

No, I can't, Ángel.

Weren't you such good friends?

It can't be that hard.

I love you.

sh*t, María.

If you don't want to do it, don't.

Sure, and I tell him I'm not doing it
because… he was my lover, right?

No way, Chelo.

You don't know Ángel. Ángel can be very…

Very what?

Insistent.

Right.

Well…

I think you're afraid, María.

Me? Afraid of going to La Zarzuela?

No.

Afraid of Ángel.

You weren't like that, María.

You can't let your husband
or anybody intimidate you.

How dramatic, Chelo, please.

Dramatic my a*s!

You know what I say is true,
even if you refuse to see it.

You left Totana with nothing.
And look how far you've come.

On your own, María.

No need for Paquirris,
kings, Cristos, or sh*t.

You were free, dammit.

Not was. I am still a free woman.
Don't get it twisted.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yes, yes, yes.

And why did you
leave your previous life behind?

Ángel changed you.

Chelo, it's not my fault you're alone
and you're not starting a family.

Sorry, but it's not my fault.

What's that got to do with it?

Well, a lot,
since I don't know how else to tell you

that all I want is
to start a family with my husband.

Your husband is a piece of sh*t, María!

Yes.

Doesn't hold a candle to you. You hear me?

And you deserve better, for f*ck's sake.

-Chelo, your problem is…
-What's my problem, pray tell?

Honey, you're jealous because
you've always been in love with me.

Sorry, but that's your problem.

Go to hell, María.

Go to f*cking hell.

María. It's been so long.

-Your Majesty.
-What are you doing? Give me a hug.

-How are you?
-Good.

Silly question. You look beautiful.

-I'm very well, Your Majesty.
-Oh, I'm no longer Juan.

Well, things have changed a bit, right?

Starting with this little one.

Come, take a seat.

Thank you.

Can I offer you anything?
Coffee, soda, water?

Water. Water would be nice.

-I know it's a strange request.
-Not at all. Don't worry.

It's no trouble at all.
Of course you are invited.

Thank you so much.

It's a terrific idea, María.
What they like the most is investing.

Thank you, Juan.

-Your Majesty.
-No, no.

Your Majesty.

I… Well…

I'm still Juan.

That's why you're here, right?

Let's not confuse things, shall we?

Thank you for everything, Your Majesty.

See you soon at the reception.

Thank you.

All right.

Come on.

-Come on, honey.
-Coming. Go.

-Come on.
-Come on.

-If everything goes as we expect…
-Yes?

…next year our circus will be
the biggest in the world. To the circus!

-To the circus!
-Angelito. Cheers.

-Cheers. Cheers, everybody.
-Cheers!

If you don't hurry up,

Los Payasos de la Tele
will steal your business.

Los Payasos de la Tele can suck my d*ck.

Come now, Mother… Enough.

To my son.

Who, God willing, and he will,

will follow family tradition
and one day inherit my empire.

To my son.

-To the child.
-To the child.

-Cheers.
-Cheers again.

Cheers.

A very happy and prosperous New Year.

-It's about to start.
-Oh, yes. Let's go.

Mom. Enough.

It's just for the toast.

That's too much toasting, I think.

You shut up.

Let's see…

-Nerves before the premiere, right?
-A little nervous, yes.

-It's going to be fantastic.
-It's starting.

Bárbara Rey!

Golden cava conjures a party

Invites you to toast

Hold my hand and raise your glass

There's so much to celebrate

Golden bubbles make your life sparkle

Happy 1981!

HAPPY 1981

Bravo!

-You did great.
-Thank you.

-Thanks.
-I'm so proud of you, my child.

Thanks, Dad.

So? What did you think?

I love it!

-Really?
-Of course!

Now I get to brag about my wife

being the star of Christmas!

Ma'am. A phone call for you.

Who is it?

Mr. Paco Ostos.

-What? Doesn't he have a family?
-Excuse me.

-Please…
-One sec. Be right back.

Who is this Paco?

Her former manager,
fills her head with dreams and projects.

I thought the commercial was a one-off.

You know your daughter. So stubborn.

I hope it's not
one of those movies she used to make.

Bárbara only takes on serious projects.

Good, son. We've suffered enough already.

-What did he want?
-Huh?

-Everything all right?
-Everything's fine.

He just… wanted
to congratulate me on the commercial.

And that face is for the congratulations?

No, because…

Well, because I was going to do a movie…

-With Saura, a good one.
-Hmm.

Yes, but it's not going to happen.

It's fine. It doesn't matter.

Paco told me someone vetoed me.

Who?

Don't know. I'd like to find out.

Honey, look on the bright side.

You'll get to stay home,
resting and taking care of the baby.

Shh! Quiet, the king's about to speak.

Once again, on the occasion
of the Christmas holidays,

I am offered the traditional opportunity
to reach all of you

and address all the families in Spain.

I don't think, however, that this is
the moment to be profuse with my words.

Serene reflection
on our destiny as a people…

Welcome, Mr. President. Come on in.

Marcelino.

Careful with the ham today, huh?

Soledad.

-Hey, Ángel.
-Your Majesty.

-Welcome.
-Thank you.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
María talks a lot about you.

All good things, I hope.

María.

Your Majesty.

-It's a pleasure to meet you.
-Your Majesty, thank you for having us.

I must be the first Gypsy
to set foot here, right?

I imagine you already know
we have something in common.

We are both Greek.

What a coincidence, yes.

Madam.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

When are you due?

In a month and a half.

-You don't look it. You look fantastic.
-Thank you.

-Doesn't she, Juan?
-Yes. Hm.

You're very kind.

What a relief, isn't it?

When a woman
finally finds the love of her life,

she knows she is where she wants to be

and doing what she ought to do.

Don't you think?

Thank you.

Your Majesty, I'm Ángel Cristo,
a circus entrepreneur--

What is it?

What is it?

We have to wait until they call us to…

When do I tell the Moor
what I need to tell him?

Don't know. That's protocol.

Protocol, my a*s.

-If he doesn't approach me, what do I do?
-I don't know.

-I don't know, I'm…
-Calm down.

His Majesty would like
to talk to you, ma'am.

-Will you come with me?
-Yes, of course.

Thank you.

You look beautiful.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

How many times
have said not to call me that?

I've been talking about
what you told me the other day,

and it looks promising.

-Does it?
-Mm-hmm.

Great. You should tell my husband.

I'd rather discuss it with you.

He'll be glad. He's wanted to take
the circus to the Middle East for ages.

Jaime will give him all the details.

I appreciate this.

That's why I did it.

We are supposed to be friends.

Well, friends don't boycott each other.

Juan, sorry, but…

did you get me out of Saura's film?

-Why would I do that?
-I don't know.

That's what I'd like to know.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Playing dumb is fine with the press,
but there's no need for it now.

I swear I had nothing to do with it.

Tell me who's powerful enough
to do something like that.

Don't worry.

Don't worry. I'll take care of that, hm?

You got a call.

His voice sounded familiar.

Well, I know so many famous people.

Someone very powerful, Ángel.

The kind that walks on fine carpets.

Were you talking to the king?

I was talking to the king.

Now I do want that f*cking sh*t.

All yours. You just have to--

Where were you? Huh?

Everything okay?

You're his wh*re, right?

What?

You're the king's wh*re.

I saw the way he touched you.

You are the king's wh*re.

-You're drunk…
-Are you cheating on me with the king?

No, I'm not--

Are you cheating on me with the king?

Ángel, no…

-You're the king's wh*re.
-I'm nobody's wh*re!

-Will he deign to work today?
-Depends on what kind of day he's having.

What I know is that
if we go on like this, we're ruined.

What's going on here?

-What do you mean?
-There's no f*cking money!

There'll be even less
if we go on like this.

Again, María?

It's fine. Cover it up,
and problem solved.

Ángel, María doesn't deserve this.

-You care a lot about my wife, huh?
-I do.

Photo, photo.

I need some…

space.

What nonsense is this?

Open your mouth.
Did you swallow anything, honey?

Go ahead and k*ll yourself, you fool.

But you won't k*ll my children.
You hear me?

You know what the problem is?

To quit the white lady,
you gotta have ba*ls like these.

-Hello?
-Sorry to call this late.

-I hope it's not inconvenient.
-Your Majesty?

All of this I owe to you.

You're doing it very well. Thank you.